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Chapter 1427 Delish Meal
Then her lips parted, and a sound escaped her that was half laugh, half gasp. Her wings drew in, as if her body needed to contain itself before it burst apart.
"Oh," she breathed.
The air around her seemed to tighten as her grin spread, sharp and unrestrained. Thought unraveled into delight, into anticipation that made her fingers curl.
'Me?'
'Tested like that.'
'Against him?'
"Yes," she said at first, voice low and trembling with barely contained excitement.
Then she threw her head back and screamed it, the sound tearing out of her chest and echoing across the sky.
"YES! I ACCEPT!"
The world tore.
…
The transition was instantaneous. One moment, the wind was whipping against Nyxara's wings; the next, the world was a silent, shimmering cage of crystal-clear light.
She didn't look at the environment first. Her eyes locked onto the figure standing at the opposite end of the dome. Quinlan.
For months, he had been a tantalizing meal that was kept away from her, hidden behind a wall of overprotective mothers. She had circled him like a shark, tasting his scent from a distance, watching those two pesky obstacles, Mearie and Luminara, block her every advance.
Now, the wall was gone.
Nyxara's gaze flickered to the side, scanning the translucent boundary of the dome. There they were. Miri and Lumi stood just feet away, separated by nothing but a shimmering layer of energy. Nyxara didn't miss the way their faces were twisted in a mixture of maternal worry and fury.
A slow, predatory grin spread across Nyxara's face. She tilted her head, her eyes burning with a cruel, triumphant light. She didn't say a word, but her expression screamed it: 'I win. I am in here, and you are out there. Deal with it~' She saw Miri's hands curl into trembling fists and Lumi's jaw set so hard it looked ready to crack. The succubus let out a soft, melodic hum of pure, unadulterated smugness.
"Stop taunting my mothers," a deep, resonant voice cut through her revelry. "Let's get this over with, succubus."
Nyxara's head snapped back to Quinlan. As he spoke, his clothes didn't just fall… they receded, dissolving into motes of red fire.
Nyxara's breath hitched.
He was… magnificent. Standing tall and imposing, Quinlan's form was a masterwork of rugged masculinity, perfectly in line with Nyxara's desires. His shoulders were broad, his chest a landscape of hard, sculpted muscle. Her heart gave a violent throb against her ribs. The succubus instincts that had been honed over millions of years screamed in recognition. This… This was a luxurious meal. The tastiest. Young and fresh, untainted by the misery of time. Full of hope and ambition… Her lust didn't just rise… It erupted, a scorching wave of heat that turned her blood to liquid fire.
"Oh... you dreamy little thing," she whispered in a sultry, low purr that vibrated across the whole dome. "You have no idea what you've just invited into your bed."
Quinlan didn't look intimidated. He began to walk toward her. His stride was slow, deliberate, and radiating a level of confidence that should have been impossible for someone facing a primordial of her standing.
Nyxara's grin widened, her teeth white and sharp.
"Are you the man who is supposed to become my ruin? The one I've been waiting for?" she purred, then laughed. The sound of which was beyond thick with desire. "You're full of so much swagger. Do you truly think a few months of growth can prepare you for me?"
She began her own advance. Unlike his steady, soldier-like march, Nyxara moved with a sensual, lethal grace. She placed one juicy thigh directly over the other, her steps measured and rhythmic. With every movement, her hips swayed in an exaggerated, tempting arc while her tail lashed behind her in a slow, hypnotic whip.
The air between them began to hum with the friction of their competing auras.
"I can't help but wonder..." Nyxara murmured, her eyes raking over his muscular frame as the distance closed to mere inches. "Is this all just baseless bravado... or can you actually back it up, my adorable little Ruin~"
The gap between them vanished.
Nyxara stopped just inches from him, the heat radiating from his bare skin meeting the unnatural warmth of her own aura. She had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye, given his towering, muscular frame, but there wasn't a flicker of intimidation in her gaze. She planted her hands firmly on her hips.
"Just so we're clear, Little Ruin," she murmured, her voice vibrating against his chest, "I have no intention of going easy on you. No man - or woman - has ever made me Shriek... I will break you before I let you hear it."
Quinlan's grin only sharpened in response as his eyes locked onto hers. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Nyxara's heart gave another violent, erratic throb.
'He is perfect❤️!' To almost anyone else, he was a threat, a rising power to be feared. But to her, a woman who had walked the planes for millions of years, who had seen empires crumble into dust, he was the most intoxicating thing in existence. He was new. He was full of that shimmering, reckless hope and raw ambition that only the young possessed, yet he carried the weight of a primordial soul. He was a newborn demigod with the eyes of a conqueror.
She found herself fawning over the sheer arrogance of his stance. It was a delicacy she hadn't tasted in so long, perhaps ever.
"I'm going to enjoy devouring every dream you've ever had…❤️" she whispered, a trace of genuine wonder breaking through her sultry mask. Quinlan opened his mouth to retort, but…
It began.
Nyxara's heart thudded so loudly it echoed like a drum within the dome. Her eyes, once a piercing violet, bled into a glowing, luminescent pink, the pupils shifting into subtle heart-like shapes.
A thick, cloying aroma began to seep from her skin, a scent of crushed roses, musk, and something ancient and forbidden. She exhaled slowly, and with that breath, a pink shroud erupted from her form. It wasn't something as simple as mist; instead, it was a heavy, swirling veil of primordial essence of lust that surged outward, swallowing the barren grass and the crystal-clear boundaries of the dome in a heartbeat.
The veil remained for long seconds, masking them both from the eyes of the outsiders, making the onlookers greatly concerned.
And as the pink haze began to recede, the world had changed.
The empty, grassy area inside the dome was gone. In its place was a chamber of impossible luxury. The ground was now covered in thick, lush red velvets and furs that felt like silk against the skin. Golden censers hung from invisible points in the air, trailing sweet smoke. And in the center of it all, dominating the space, sat a giant, heart-shaped bed, draped in sheets of crimson satin and piled high with heart-shaped, pink pillows.
Nyxara's long tongue darted out, slowly tracing the line of her upper lip as she looked him up and down one last time. The predator was no longer hunting; the meal was served.
"I will now begin eating you, Little Ruin~" she whispered with the sultriest tone Quinlan has heard in his whole life. "Prepare yourself❤️"